Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over) Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do I will never say the word "procrastinate" again...
Confusion will be my epitaph, As I crawl, a cracked and broken path, And if we make it, we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
You're dead but the world keeps spinning... Take a spin through the world you left. It's getting dark a little too early Are you missing the dearly bereft?